I stand at the highest peak of power, turning my hands to make clouds and rain, not for endless wealth, not for the pride of the world... Ten miles long street, bloody sunset; thousands of miles of wilderness, the bones of heroes are buried. When you were here, the world failed you; after you left, I used a country to bury you! I have let thousands of lives know that there is me, and I have let all the worlds know that there is you!
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